Obviously the other party thought Ye Hong would resist and defend, but they didn't expect Ye Hong to admit it so straightforwardly.
So they were all stunned.
The bald man at the front reacted quickly.
"You're such a young boy, you dare to offend me [Master Xiong] in Crane City, you're really tired of living!"
He waved his big hands at the two younger brothers behind him and said fiercely: "Come on! Show him how powerful he is!"
The two young men who couldn't wait for a long time were gearing up and surrounding Ye Hong with grins.
Ye Hong's expression was indifferent, without any disturbance.
Although in order not to attract attention, he did not take Xingyu with him when he went out.
But to deal with the two minions in front of him, Xingyu was not needed at all, a pair of fists was enough.
With their frivolous steps and flabby muscles, they looked like two ordinary people who did not practice ancient martial arts.
Ye Hong watched the two approaching with cold eyes, his body seemed to be motionless.
However, in an instant, the two young men suddenly screamed in unison.
Holding his stomach, he fell to his knees in pain.
Big beads of sweat kept rolling down their faces.
The bald man who called himself Master Xiong was startled for a moment, and said angrily: "What's going on with you?!"
"Boss, boss, this kid is a little weird."
The two young men on the ground continued intermittently.
Mr. Xiong's expression instantly became solemn, and he looked Ye Hong up and down.
"It turns out that I, Mr. Xiong, made a mistake and turned out to be a practicing master!"
He grinned and his expression suddenly became excited.
It moves its hands and feet and makes a thumping sound, which is very frightening.
On the dance floor nearby, people seemed to be attracted by the movement here one after another.
Even the charming woman who was singing loudly stopped and looked at the bar.
"But even if you have some ability, you still have to kneel down in front of me, Mr. Xiong, today!"
Mr. Xiong sneered and approached Ye Hong step by step.
With every step he took, the force under his feet seemed to increase, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
"Ding! Trigger the grandmaster-level ability to see through"
"Ding! Seeing through is complete, target type: Yellow.
Target’s proficiency: Seven Black Bear Styles. "
Huang Zhe, the lowest level existence in the combat system, is equivalent to the ancient warrior.
However, in this breath-sealed fairyland, the yellow ones who don't need to use the breath actually take advantage.
When Ye Hong was searching for information today, he found examples of low-level Huang Zhe defeating Xuan Zhe through exquisite moves.
However, Mr. Xiong didn't know that the man in front of him had an entire Yewu Canon in his head.
There are as many types of moves in it as there are stars.
"I want to thank you."
Ye Hong suddenly spoke.
But what he said made Mr. Xiong stunned for a moment.
Then he laughed loudly: "You kid, were you scared out of your wits by me
I'm about to beat you up, and you still want to thank me? "
At this time, the drinkers who came over to watch the excitement also burst into laughter.
"As expected of Mr. Xiong, he scared people out of their wits before he even made a move."
"I bet this kid will kneel down and beg for mercy in less than three seconds."
"Three seconds? I'll bet two seconds. If you don't believe me, just wait and see!"
Ye Hong didn't pay attention to the gossip beside him. He just continued what he said and murmured in a low voice: "Yes, thank you for reminding me of some beautiful memories."
Ye Hong's lips curled up slightly, and what flashed through his mind was the scene when he first came into contact with ancient martial arts.
I remember that the first time I saw the power of Gu Wu was when I went to destroy the Nightmare Factory base with Sima Chongting.
Sima Chongting's Bagua Step opened Ye Hong's path to ancient martial arts.
Since then, Yehong has been making great progress.
From the Ancient Martial Realm, the Ancient Qi Martial Realm, the Ancient Dao Martial Realm, the Ancient Dao Dharma Realm, to the later Ancient Immortal Martial Realm, he became the well-deserved number one powerhouse in Blue Star!
However, since entering the Ancient Qi Martial Realm, Ye Hong has become more and more dependent on breath.
All battles are resolved with breath.
However, no one knows that the time when he was training his body and mastering the exquisite ancient martial arts moves is what Ye Hong misses the most.
Baguazhang, Xingyiquan, and Tuxuewuhen.
These ancient martial arts moves that were integrated into Ye Hong's bones seemed to pop out of his body at this moment, causing Ye Hong's body to tremble.
But his excited expression made Mr. Xiong and the people around him mistake it for a sign of fear.
Suddenly, the laughter in the air became louder.
"Hey, he turns out to be a coward, so boring."
Mr. Xiong smiled contemptuously, and slapped Ye Hong away with a slap.
However, he was only halfway through waving his palm when he suddenly noticed that Ye Hong, who was opposite him, raised his head.
A pair of eyes deeper than the night, as sharp as a sword!
Mr. Xiong's pupils suddenly shrank, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.
Before he could react, he found that Ye Hong's figure had become blurry.
In his ears, a murderous voice came.
"Xingyi Quan·Xingyi Shen Da·Xia Ba Shou·Luan Qi!"
"boom!"
Almost at the same time as the voice fell, Mr. Xiong suddenly felt severe pain in his chest.
He lowered his head in shock, only to find that a fist had been printed on his chest at some point.
And Ye Hong's figure suddenly appeared following the fist.
So fast!
Mr. Xiong was frightened and subconsciously slapped his palm in front of him.
But Ye Hong's figure suddenly disappeared again.
At the same time, the threatening voice reached my ears again.
"Xingyiquan·Bazi Gong!"
"boom!"
"Xiyang Palm·Style Three Two!"
"boom!"
"Bagua Zhang·Eight Dragons Reaching the Sky!"
"Bang bang bang—"
For a moment, the people around him were also dazzled.
Every time Ye Hong changed his position, the sound of fists hitting flesh would inevitably be heard.
Along with Mr. Xiong's shrill scream, everyone felt a chill.
Those who were still laughing at Ye Hong just now were already feeling cold both physically and mentally and shut their mouths tightly.
Finally, after Ye Hong punched countless times, Master Xiong's body collapsed to the ground.
Bruises covered his body, and his clothes were in tatters.
"Boss!"
The two men held Master Xiong's body in fear, not even daring to look at Ye Hong again.
"Comfortable."
Ye Hong, who hadn't had such a good fight in a long time, let out a filthy breath.
By moving his hands and feet, it seemed that the coldness in his body was suppressed quite a bit.
However, although the opponent was no longer able to resist, Ye Hong did not want to let them go.
With indifferent eyes, he walked towards the three of them step by step.
When Mr. Xiong and the two young men heard the approaching footsteps, they all trembled as if they heard the reaping steps of the God of Death.
Especially Mr. Xiong, whose nose and face were bruised and swollen after being beaten, his face has long lost any trace of the arrogance he had just now.
He just looked at Ye Hong pleadingly and said in a trembling voice: "Big, big brother, I was wrong, I was really wrong. Please forgive me, sir!"
(End of chapter)